“Now let’s try—”
Lyle held up his hand to forestall whatever his father was going to suggest. “Let’s try taking a break until tomorrow.”
“Another hour and we will. You may have ten minutes to recuperate.”
“Gee, that’s big of you.”
His father laughed. “I thought so.”
By the end of the hour, Lyle was able to create a few simple illusions which could, his father told him, make it seem as if he had back-up should he be cornered in a dangerous situation. At the moment they consisted of a fierce dog or a pack of feral rats, but eventually, as his abilities grew, he’d be able to move on to making his attacker believe a man or two was coming to help him.
“Giving me time to get away rather than burning them to death?”
“Precisely.” Warner opened the door to let them out of the workroom. “Tomo
